The Hands of a Child

The Hands of a Child

by | Dec 7, 2023 | Creative Writing

The light is dying and I’m cycling as fast as I can, west towards the Gap and the frosted bulk of Annagh Hill. I’m whistling to myself, soon to meet my friends who’re going to sign my autograph book for my fifteenth year, tomorrow. Standing up out of the saddle, to...
The Hands of a Child

The Dresser

by | Dec 7, 2023 | Creative Writing

As she pulled on the clean bolster cover, Bessie cast an eye around the bedroom she shared with her younger sister, catching sight of herself in the mirror on the washstand. The mauve housecoat complemented her black hair, pinned loosely into a bun. She was longing to...
The Hands of a Child

Tin Caddy

by | Dec 7, 2023 | Creative Writing

Bridget leaned on her walking stick watching clouds cross the mountain; Croghan was purple and mottled, like her hands that she’d filled with peanuts earlier, topping up the bird feeder. From one of the outhouses, where her son Tom was doing a bit of clearing, his...